A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

I had a thought,

just a thought.

It was not, in fact, a fact. 

But this thought,

just a thought,

caused me to react

quite strongly with 

some awkward feelings

getting me quite down,

because I let it,

just a thought,

order me around.

Then I fact-checked

that just-a-thought

and realised it was wrong,

so I told it where

to take itself.

Here’s not where it belongs. 

Thoughts are just thoughts,

some true, some false,

but I don’t have to live

as though they’re true

without first checking

references they give.

So now if thoughts

arrive unbidden,

they will need to be assessed.

If their candour

is found lacking,

they’ll be promptly dispossessed.

Take your not-so whispered

lies. Be gone!

I’ll not succumb to fear,

or self-loathing.

You are just a thought

and have no power here.